Losing Mom: A Journey Through Grief (Part 6)
February 14, 2021 - Six Months I can't believe today marks six months since you passed. Six whole months, half of an entire year... I never could wrap my head around the concept of time, and grief time only further confuses me. I still remember so vividly the last time I saw you, which was also the last day you were at home. It was Wednesday, two days before your sudden passing. You had gone to Family Dollar and the two of us were wiping the covid off of everything in the breezeway. You were wearing a pink shirt and dark capris. We were talking. We were existing the way we always had - together. And then two days later, together ended. I miss you. Every waking hour of every single day I miss you. I saw or heard something the other day, and I was so certain that you were just sitting next to me on the couch that I turned to tell you; but as it has been for six months, your spot was void of you. I try to make my way through the cemetery a few times a week, just to say hello